Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 49

Chance blushed softly, his entire body trembled as he drank in Sarah's presence and while she couldn't be sure, she thought she felt the boy's heart pounding against her chest. She decided she'd help it along a little, tiptoed her other hand up his chest to join them both around the back of his neck. She arched a little more to accent her form, smiling all the while as they basked in one another's presence under the flickering shadows of the lively hearth.

Sarah curled a little of his hair around her finger. "Sometimes opportunity knocks, sometimes it's found in the gutter looking for help, and sometimes. . ." She stood to her full height and pressed herself to him fully now- she could feel the familiar, inviting warmth of his manhood pressing against her belly. "Sometimes it's wearing your shirt, carrying enough gold to sink a galleon, and whispering in your ear-" she leaned in, purring hotly across his earlobe. "Let's help each other."

Chance's breath hitched and his hands tightened, one clutching the teacup, the other the bottom of his shirt. As if that would help. Sarah traced his bicep down to his hand, taking it gently and while holding his attention firmly, she placed it against her hip. Slowly, carefully, he opened it and touched her. She pressed against him, encouraging.

"I- I- I-" There was no question his heart was racing now, she could feel it running wild. "I'venever-"

"Good," Sarah cut him off by placing a finger to his lips. She kissed it, still looking up at him. "We'll talk about the ship in the morning, hm?" As if she cared what he was going to say- Sarah ran her hand back up his arm and wrapped them around his neck, murmuring. "I did promise you'd enjoy everything that passed my lips, didn't I?"

He looked at her blankly, eventually nodding.

She pushed to her tiptoes, smiling a little. Then she kissed him. Slowly at first to acclimate him, then easing him into it, inviting him, offering- encouraging when he didn't immediately take the hint. Then slowly he opened his mouth and Sarah was there to greet him, to share the next step, to lead him into this new exploration. . .

They both eased into it, more and more until Chance was comfortable. Their hot mouths formed a seal around the other and new negotiations of position and power were thoroughly explored, eventually joined by Chance's hands wrapping around her lower back. Sarah responded instantly, pushing up against him all the more, sinking- begging to be let in, to meld with his warmth and become something altogether familiar.

It wasn't something she was offered very often; she would be a fool to pass it up. Sarah smiled inwardly, cupping his jaw and kissing him deeper, deeper. Savoring the new taste and the strength of his arms around her. He felt familiar, he-

He felt like home.

This pushed Sarah into him all the more, as though permission had been given to lose herself. She did, of course; no one would have to tell her twice, or could tell her no. Young people were always a thrill, intelligent young virgins? Gods, the stars couldn't have aligned any more perfectly.

Sarah pushed and Chance accepted, learning the steps of this new dance with admirable speed and turning them back on her carefully, following her lead and repeating the steps he'd learned- a gentle kiss here, a touch of tongues here, and between sharp breaths, a quick look as though Sarah might disappear without warning.

When she didn't, he relaxed somewhat more into her attentions and Sarah rewarded that surrender by breaking the kiss so they could take a second to compose themselves- she smiled a lazy little grin, flicked her head towards the hall that would take them to his bedroom. He almost sobered at the idea but Sarah pounced; she kissed and nipped at his neck, murmuring a throaty cougar's purr. "Opportunity is meant to be taken when it's given, Chance."

To her surprise his hand slid down to cup her butt. Shaky, uncertain, but clearly interested. He was brave. "Mmm." She liked brave. In the next moment Sarah was sucking on his neck, bringing her leg up in the hopes he'd take that next step. She was all but grinding herself on him and yet he still held her there seeming uncertain how to proceed. She sighed hotly in his ear, nipped at it and then flicked her head towards the room once more.

"Nnnh, Sarah. . ." The young man thrummed. He tried a shaky step forward, paused. "Are you sure-" he was silenced with a kiss. The kiss lasted as they shared a careful stride towards his room, Sarah taking the lead only so far to encourage him into action before sliding back and letting him feel as though he had the lead.

It was the way things were meant to be between equals, Sarah mused. Yes, this was no mere ship in the night- though that may well have been the case, he was worthy of much more than just some random pub rat. Sarah walked close beside him, sharing his warmth as they padded through the house to his room. It was modest, cozy with a small collection of books on a tilted shelf and case with several hunting knives being the only real accouterments to the bed under the window. Even bathed in the faint glow of evening light, however, Sarah could see a room not too dissimilar from her own; empty but for that which was sentimentally important.

Perfunctory.

Simple.

Sarah slithered around the young man, closing the door with his weight against it and kissed him once more. This time his hesitation was only a moment behind as he came to warp his arms around her back; strong, comfortable. Gaining confidence with every passing moment. She reveled in what they were building, running her hands up and down his chest, exploring this curious young loner- a kindred spirit, in truth. What she found was pleasant, the build of a man who wasn't afraid of hard work but didn't go out of his way to build muscle. He had no one to impress and only the work of his brow to answer to. . .

For his part in it, Chance's own explorations were slow but steady to increase; first he was holding her lower back, and then cupping her meaty flank. Always something she elicited in a man. Sarah cooed her approval as her hands found his belt, undoing it with one hand while she held his cheek to keep their kiss going, to show him what she felt deep inside; this wasn't just another night. . .

Chance broke the kiss for a moment, trying to mumble something while Sarah found his throat. Whatever he was going to say died to the soft moan that left his mouth. He rewarded her with a firm grasp of her butt, pulling her up to the tips of her toes for yet another kiss. Oh, yes, he was going to be a good pupil.

Sarah smiled inwardly and pushed his pants down, freeing his rock hard member in the process. She took her time brushing against his inner thigh, up his pelvis, tracing a finger across his goose bumped skin into the bundle of pubic hair that encircled his cock like a wreath. She wrapped her hand around it deftly, cradling him and sighing sensually into his ear as she stroked him back against the door, easing inch after inch back until her hand was pressed against his groin. She drew back and smiled at him proudly, pulling gently forward and sliding back once more. As predicted he leaned forward with the invitation and thrust against her grip, closing his eyes but for a moment as the sensation of another living person touching him really seemed to take hold.

It was serene, beautiful even, in its own way; Sarah couldn't help but smile. "You're quite something, you know?" She said barely above a whisper. Tightening her grip, though unable to really bring her thumb and forefinger together, she cradled him more firmly and pushed, all the way from his tip to the base. Chance took her shoulders just as firmly, mouth hanging out to expel a quick sigh. An angel's murmur if ever there had been.

"I see," She said tenderly and reached down with her fingers to tickle the dangling bits she'd selfishly left unattended. His eyes opened after a time, looking to her with a confused mix of lust and curiosity- he stepped forward and cupped her cheek laying into her with a hot, needful kiss, something Sarah was happy to return. She was careful with her attentions as she teased him on a little, one step at a time back towards the bed until she felt wood touch her bare rear. The options were endless, but for the moment, for this man, she wanted. . .

She wanted familiar. She wanted her due and she wanted to share it with him. When Chance thrust into her hand she pressed herself against him to the base, wrapping her arm around his upper shoulder. She pulled herself up and murred in his ear. "On your back."

"H- Huh?" Confusion gave way to understanding and carefully he turned to sit on the bed so Sarah could help him with his pants.

Then his shirt.

Chance edged up with Sarah following him diligently until they were both bathed in the window's glow with the curvy half-elf taking a seat on his thighs. She undid her ponytail and let her hair flow freely, teasing it out as she leaned forward to give Chance a full glimpse of what he was about to get into. She kissed his chin, his neck, enjoying the feel of his stubble and reminding herself- however briefly- of what might have been different had she been allowed to explore it.

She sighed against his ear, kissed it. "Speak a prayer to Isira, She will hear you and look over you. . ."

"But will you?"

Sarah flinched at that. "Young man, there are some things that needn't be said. That is surely one of them. . ."

"Sorry."

"Don't be," she nuzzled into him as his arms wrapped around her back. They laid like that for a moment with his cock pressing moist warmth against her stomach, twitching now and again even as he squeezed her close. "Mmmm. . ." In another life.

In another life.

But in this one?

Sarah braced her hands against his chest, looked down at him and smiled. "I suspect you'll want to reclaim this shirt at some point, but do feel free to unbutton it if you wished!"

Chance watched her for several seconds, eventually working up the courage to follow her invitation with his shaking hands. When her body was freed from the confines of the shirt he drew in a breath and carefully, tenderly, slid his hands under the garment to touch her waist. Sarah guided his hands up her sides and let go, freeing him to explore. "You're beautiful. . ."

"Were the skin to reflect what was inside, I dare say things might be a little different." Sarah traced his arms to her chest, following the muscles until she came to touch her own skin. She showed him what she liked, cupping her heavy breasts from underneath, gliding up over her nipples with her palms and furrowing her hair behind her pointed ears. "But what use is inner beauty when I would be so blessed as to meet you?"

She smiled at his confusion, enjoying the tickle of his leg hair against her inner thighs as she slid up, forward, her nether lips slicked his flesh with a trail of ready, eager moisture- and by the gods he noticed, looking down between them and up at her. Sarah eased up to her knees and arched her back, displaying for him everything she was, inviting him now more than ever to explore her pallor skin and soft curves. He followed her instructions at first, his palms easily supporting and caressing her breasts.

Sarah took those hands, leaning forward a little. "You will have to have the inner beauty for both of us, my dear Chance."

"I don't. . ."

"Whisper," the sultry Engineer murmured, rolling her generous hips forward until she had slicked her new lover's shaft with her juices. Willing. Eager. She slid down to take him into her. "Whisper a prayer to Her, to Isira." Carefully she pressed against the tip of his cock- already the swell of it pressed against her entry made a shiver run down her spine. "Isira, I commit to you my dearest friend, I commit this man. . ." Her breath backed up a little. Inching back with a slow roll, taking him in, feeling him bring her flower into bloom. "Take him, hold him-"

"Isira-" Chance sighed Her name, cupping Sarah's breasts. With every inch she took in his voice became shorter and sharper, when she sat against him they looked to one another.

In another moment Chance tried to push his shirt from Sarah but she took his hands, intertwining their fingers and rolling her hips in one long stroke. She could feel his pulse hammering, the look of doubt on his face told her the rest- he was afraid he'd done something wrong. She smiled reassuringly, guiding his hands up her thighs, holding at her hips a moment and then her waist before letting go and leaning into his radiant warmth.

He didn't need to see her scars. Not tonight. Not this first time.

There would be plenty of time for that- and the ugly explanations that accompanied them- later. For now, she wanted to enjoy this. "Say Her name. . ." She said gently, running a finger down his cheek to his chin and further to his chest where she braced her body against him. Without prompting or waiting for his entreaty to the goddess, she began rolling her hips.

Slowly at first, backwards and forwards, feeling his girth fill her- massaging, warm. Hot with the energy of youth, she took deeply, selfishly from that spring of power and gave back the sight of her lushness sliding forward and back from middle to base. With each languid stroke she coated him in her moisture and drew ever more warmth from the young man. There wouldn't be enough to satisfy her this time, but she had no doubt by the way his hands cupped her flanks that he had it within him.

He just needed someone to help him find it.

"Isira. . ." He murmured absently. His hands came to hold her thighs, her flanks, spurring Sarah to ride him faster, longer- taking him from the base to the tip and then sliding back, clenching her core muscles the entire way down like some erotic tug of war.

Chase's head hit the pillow with a strangled open mouthed gasp which Sarah pounced on, kissing him deeply, stealing the breath from his lungs before she changed her pace. He deserved so much more than she could give him, and yet she promised him everything she could give him in that moment- she clenched down with virginal tightness against his thick member and juked her hips left and right, left and right like a belly dancer working her way up the carpets of the finest temple.

Sarah raised her hands above her head, back arched and hips juking with increasing frequency; her own personal prayer to Isira, the dance she'd learned from the goddess first hand. "Isira. . ." She whispered as Chance gave his first real thrust, pushing himself into her as much as he could. He repeated her prayer absently, but his lust filled eyes were for none other than the elf-blood riding him at that moment.

The dance continued into sidewinder circles coiling around on the spot, swirling around Chance's cock until Sarah felt him thrust again. Again. The combined efforts of his spearing her insides and her own gyrations had her breathing harder, struggling now to keep her pace. But it wasn't just her. Chance was panting softly, needfully. Clutching the sheets.

"Sarahhh-" he huffed. "I'm close- I- I- I'm gonna cum."

She smiled gently at that, picked up his hands and laid them on her hips before leaning over him. She kissed his chin and looked deep in his eyes. "Yes. You are." She clenched down on him, all the invitation she could have possibly given- even before she started riding back against him harder and harder.

She didn't need a climax to enjoy what was about to come- a wonderful young soul was due a lot more than she could ever have. Sarah kissed him, deep. Tight. Hot and needy. Grinding harder and harder. . . .one moment he was trying to kiss her back. In the next, trying to strangle out Isira's name.

Then he clutched her hips and groaned. "S- Sarah!" Gods, a prayer by any name could not have sounded as pure. In the next moment came the sacrament as he thrust into her, twitching and undulating. His face crunched up and he groaned again, lower, rumbling into a full moan as his orgasm truly burst through him and he plowed into Sarah, unleashing his virginal seed into her voluptuous, willing body. One spurt after another pumped into her, load after load erupting into her silky depths.

Sarah took it all. She clutched his head, kissing his ear while she milked him. He held her tightly, alternating between gripping and clasping as his orgasm ran its course. When it finally subsided he laid there panting and dazed, breathing hot long sighs across the tip of Sarah's elven ear. They laid there holding one another for several minutes, lost in the comfort of one another- relinquishing the hold of a string of bad days in the arms of a relative stranger. . .

There was a certain poetry in it, Sarah decided.

Chase abruptly enfolded her back in his arms, clutching her desperately as his member softened. "Isira. . ." He mewled in her ear. "Sarah, Isira. . . .a rose by any name." He huffed with a weak chuckle.

Sarah couldn't help but smile, returning his attention in earnest. Tomorrow there would be talks of business and the future yet unwinding before her, but until the sun rose, they would hide there in the gloom sharing one another's warmth and the illumination of a life neither of them could keep.

Sometimes, Sarah said to herself as she kissed the man she'd made, it was better to hold temporarily than to keep. Sometimes.